Awkward...

Today is officially my dad's 42nd birthday! I sure love that guy. He's so cute, and loves me so much.

Isn't he just cute??


And then, I was watching Grey's Anatomy (I know...) and was drooling over Mark Sloan (played by Eric Dane) and thought, "Oh. MY. GOSH.  This guy looks older than my DAD." So I immediately checked, and LUCKILY, he is 2 years younger. Ridiculous, I know. But that is so weird.



But Still. I have a pretty young dad, especially since I have friends with dads that are 58. FIFTY EIGHT YEARS OLD! I feel bad for them, as they won't have their dads as long as I will.

I guess I'm just a lucky girl!

Sweet mercy

I love being a girl. I love makeup, and hair, and clothes, and all the other awesome things about being a girl.

However, I hate girl hormones. The hormones that have caused me to be balling for no reason. I have a serious headache and am mentally EXHAUSTED.

I went to 3 classes today, filled out a bunch of paperwork, had to do a statistics experiment (weighing Kit Kat bars), write a paper super fast and RUN to get it in, and take a test.

Okay, I also watched Grey's Anatomy. I was crying before, a lot, and watching Grey's didn't help.

Why? Because Izzie got freakin' cancer and died and came back to life, and George... My 2nd favorite character, had to freakin' save this idiot's life by jumping in front of a bus for her, and was a John Doe until 5 minutes before he went BRAIN DEAD. I'm currently watching the next episode, where they are about to take him off of life support, so it's over. GEORGE DIED. HE DIED. How dare he die on Day freakin' 12 of my period. So I just need some chocolate, except that I ate a million Kit Kats earlier and the thought makes me nauseated. I can't wait til I'm done with the the show so I don't have to be sad anymore.

So Sweet freakin' mercy.

Confession of OCDness and awesomeness.

My sisters apparently left at 6:30 this morning for their trek. I knew in the back of my head they were leaving today, but it took me several hours of calling and thinking to remember. Cue the flashback and confession:

I've had 2 previous opportunities to go on a trek. (FYI, a trek is a thing LDS youth do in the summers, where they cross plains with handcarts to act like pioneers to understand our culture's history). The first was with the girls, but I had "work" (I did work, but I could have easily gotten out of it) and the other one I "unfortunately" (truly unintentional, but a wonderful excuse) shattered my cuboid bone in my foot. So I "couldn't" go. 

It isn't that I don't think it is a great experience. It is fantastic, to hear the testimonies of those younger kids when they come back. It is just that I... can't be dirty. I can't. It physically makes me want to scratch all of the dirt and sweat and dust off of me. I can't go more than a 1/2 hour after working out without showering. I can't touch people's hair if I don't wash my hands immediately after. I use lotion regularly, because dry, cracked hands are unacceptable. I'm a clean freak. I'm not neat by any means. My room is usually a disaster, and my bed is usually unmade. This imperfection I have makes it incredibly hard to imagine going DAYS without showering while trekking in dirt, walking miles under the hot sun sweating, with no makeup, or clean bathrooms to do my business. IMPOSSIBLE. So I applaud those strong enough to do it.

Back to the point: The girls are on their trek somewhere in the wilderness. And when people go on treks, the leaders  have a family member secretly write them a letter of encouragement and love as they struggle in the middle of nowhere. So this year, I got to write the letter as the special adult! WOO!

But they don't know that yet. So I've been wondering when they will read it, and what they will think, because let me just say, the letter is pretty precious. It's quite the tearjerker. So I'm pretty excited to hear from them. Because they will be saying "Oh, Kalie is the Best Sister EVER!!!"

True story.

Confession of addiction

It's official. I have an addiction.

Grey's freakin' Anatomy.

Totally love it. The anatomy, the blood, the attractive doctors, etc. It's all wonderful. And ridiculously addictive. The past 9 days (still one of those "weeks"... It never ends) have been ridiculously painful. And without a heating pad, my laptop with its intense heat helps. So I watch Grey's Anatomy. I figure I'm being entertained AND learning about the body at the same time. See how I multitask fun and learning?

It's great.

There really hasn't been anything too exciting... Other than 1) that I saw the movie Brave. It was so awesome! I loved it so much. and 2)...

Courtney is visiting Rexyburg!!!!

Wooo! I'm freaking excited. She will be here during finals week, which means she gets to help me do my packing. Wooo!

Anyway... That's it. Little blog.

Chocolate and Bubble Baths

I'm one of those people who is tied between science and spirituality. Not in  the sense of doubting religion, but in the sense of the very little things. Like chocolate and bubble baths.

Chocolate was OBVIOUSLY an inspired creation. Seriously, I don't know how people like my sister go on with life without loving it. Anyway. This week has been one of those weeks. I've been in bed for three days wanting to die because of *cough* stomach aches. Being a girl can just suck. However, I have roommates that are very understanding of this "emotional" time. I've been given lots of chocolate for comfort. Dark chocolate from Alivia, plenty of Kit Kat bars from Makenna, and Milk chocolate Dove from Elle. Thank heavens. I've also taken plenty of showers and bubble baths, with my FANTASTIC bubble bath stuff from Bath & Body works. It's made of lavendar and chamomile, it's called "Sleep." And it is a well named product.

Anyway, the point of this is that these two things, bubble baths and chocolate, have made a huge difference. And I this is the debate. Why?

In the sense of science, the chocolate releases endorphins or whatever. Bubble baths probably do the same in cleaning yourself and the smells releasing endorphins. I'm not a professional in this matter, so ya.

In the spiritual/mental sense, it is the idea that it will help that helps. Or the fact that my roommates were nice enough to buy me comfort food that was helpful. Perhaps it is just the distraction.

I really don't know. All I know is that my chocolates and my bubble baths are miracle workers. I just thought it was funny. Thoughts?

Road trip!

Well, it was quite a weekend.

Friday: I did lots of homework, and we headed out for Provo (meaning Gavin, Riley, Ken, Elle and I). I took Nyquil, so I didn't get sick :) We stopped for some delicious Inn-N-Out. YUM! and eventually got to Provo. The guys stayed at some of their friends' place, and the girls and I stayed at Ken's aunt's. We were EXHAUSTED.

Saturday: We got up, and got ready for our big day. Elle got picked up by the boys to go to Salt Lake for Warped Tour, and Ken and I decided we were going to just walk over to Provo, which Ken believed to be 2 miles away. WRONG. We walked for an hour and a half, and decided to call a cab. An hour later, we got to Tucanos!!! We had starved ourselves all day so we could stuff ourselves. And stuff ourselves we did. Tucanos had a Father's Day special, which gave us free dessert. SO GOOD! We looked like we were 5 months pregnant, we were so full! Sad. Then, we wanted to get a pedicure because our feet hurt, so following Makenna's "intuition", we walked at  least ANOTHER hour, only to realize the salon we went to was for hair only. The receptionist was our age and felt so bad for us, she begged us to let her take us to her favorite nail salon. Now, I know not to accept rides from strangers, but this girl was our age, and was from Makenna's hometown, so we accepted. She was SO NICE! When we got there, it was about 25 feet behind Tucanos. At that point, I almost strangled Makenna. It was hilarious. But we worked all of those calories off! And those pedicures were HEAVENLY, especially after several hours of walking. So cute! I got purple with sparkles, and Ken got teal. I'm in bed, so please excuse the weird picture:

but ya. No mess ups like normal! And my feet are super soft. WOOO!

After pedicures, we decided to go to the University Mall, which we took a bus to get there. We got pretzels, which made our food babies even bigger. Bad decision, I was still full. We got our makeup done, and then my uncle Doug got us!!!  let me tell you about Doug; I don't see him enough. So hilarious!!! I didn't know he was getting us, I had called Sue because we were staying at her place that night. But I was so excited that he was in town! He lives in Arizona, so I have only seen him two-ish times in the last decade. First thing he asked was, "What do you want to do now?"

Then, we had the funnest adventure of the day: Doug taught me to drive stick shift! It was hilarious. So many people would honk at me as I got stalled, and would laugh as we practiced. It was awesome! You kinda had to have been there for you to understand how much fun it was.

AND THEN, we went to Sue's. Which was so fun. If you don't know my family, well, you should.Sue and Doug are my dad's sister and brother, and are pretty much the most hilarious people ever. We caught up, and just chilled out. I'm so grateful to have a family in which the extended family is SO close. I was talking to Makenna later, and she had said that she didn't have a relationship like I had with Sue or Doug with any of her extended family, which was crazy to me, because I only see Sue and Doug at reunions. I have even closer relationships with aunts, uncles and cousins in Nampa. Such a blessing!

We got Elle later that night, and crashed on a queen sized air mattress together. Hilarious.

Sunday: Got up around eleven, and showered. We had slept 12 hours from extreme exhaustion. I called my dad for Father's Day, which was great. At 12, everyone else got back from church. We had pancakes and eggs, and just chilled out. At one-ish, I took Elle and Makenna to Gavin's family reunion so they could go on a hike, which I skipped to have dinner with my family. I got back to Sue's, and played Ticket to Ride with Doug, Sue, Annie, and Lucy (Annie and Lucy are Sue's girls). I got 3rd. Oh well.

At six, Ammon, Kim, Josh, and Alauna came over (my dad's brother, his wife, and their kids who live in Salt Lake) along with my grandpa (who was in town for a funeral) came over for dinner. Doug barbecued ribs, that are a Famous Dave's recipe, and Holy Cow. They were SOOOOOO good. We talked about going to Lagoon in a few weeks together, and making rafting a part of the family reunion in August. I'm so excited! Unfortunately, only a half hour after the Ammon got there, my friends came to pick me up to go back to Rexburg. 

The drive home was miserable. I was so carsick the whole time. It took FOREVER. We didn't get back til 11:45 p.m. As the boys were saying goodbye, and congratulated me on not vomiting, I said, "That's the longest car ride I've been awake and had not thrown up!" I spoke to soon. I couldn't even get to the elevator before I ran to the bathroom to throw up. UGHHHHH.

I showered, wrote a letter I will describe later, and then passed out for 12 hours. I woke up extremely exhausted and still nauseous, so I skipped class. Woo. I took a test, which leads to now. Blogging.

I guess the life lesson from this weekend was that family always trumps friends. I had a blast with my friends this weekend, but I definitely had more fun being with my family. I always have known that, but it just becomes more evident with age. Go family! And sorry this was long, I had a long weekend :)

Cars

My first car was a 1997 Toyota Corolla. It was wonderful for the first few months. Larry was great. He took me to work and school every day. He was the setting for Dutch Bros. runs with my best friends, for picking up my sisters, and for crying sessions with Allyson. Larry was my car. However, he failed me in the end, and I had to say goodbye. But Larry taught me much of cars and responsibility.

The point of my little narrative is that I know a thing or two about dealing with cars on their sick days. Today, Makenna and I went to walmart... because we needed more cereal. And face masks. We got back to her car, and it wouldn't start. We called our friend Gavin to jump start it, but it wouldn't work. So, we had to tow it with Gavin's truck. Ken (that's Makenna's nickname) hadn't steered a car like that before, so I did it. It was so fun! We made a video of it, I'll post it when I can. We pushed the car, did intense steering, and got under the car. It was so much fun! Maybe it was just because it wasn't my car. When my car broke down, I would freak out. So ya.

I guess it was just a good experience because we had fun when we didn't have the best situation. We screamed and laughed the entire time. I learned a little bit about making the best of hard situations. I know that I'm probably not going to have that same feeling when I have trials in the future, but it is still a life lesson that I was able to get a little taste of. Go crappy cars.

Blogging.

There have been so many times I've wanted to blog this past week or so, and I have had so many "clever" ideas that would be hilarious. My over-obsession with Grey's Anatomy, the fact that I SUCK at laundry, my ridiculous addiction to cereal. I just have no life anymore.

I guess I kinda had a life Saturday. I hung out with some of my friends from back home, which was extremely fun. I have this deep connection with things that remind me of home. I love when people remind me of the embarrassing thing I did on that boat a few years ago, that remind me that 5 years ago I was a freaking MIDGET, or that even know my sisters' names. It makes me feel... loved. Like those memories matter to someone other than myself, that I was remembered. It's vain, and prideful, but what person that has lived on this earth wasn't prideful or vain for a moment or two?

To touch on the previously mentioned subjects, I've been watching Grey's Anatomy like a fiend all week, been grieving over the clothing items I ruined from sucking at laundry, and went through an entire gallon of milk in 4 days from eating cereal all day. I'm pathetic.

I've been going out less, staying in more. Studying more. On that note, I got a 97% on my ANATOMY test!!!!!! Which, so you know, is pretty impossible. So go me. But ya. 38 days to go.

That's about it I think. I'm probably going to have a heart attack because I just ate a ton of Domino's pizza. So ya. Life is okay, not spectacular, but I'm okay with that. You have to have some "Okay" times for the good times to be good, so I can't complain. So for now, 38 days.

Fine

Today, I woke up late, went to my classes, flirted with a cute guy, and went home to watch Grey's Anatomy. I ordered pizza.  I watched several hours of it, until I took a 2 hour long nap. I've been doing nothing of worth since 3 pm. I talked to a friend, was asked how I was, and responded with, "I'm fine."

I've learned in life that "fine" has several meanings. "Dang, he is FINE!", "Fine, do what you want", "Chop this finely...", etc. But in regards to a state of being, "I'm fine" does not mean "I'm happy, content, good, whatever." It means, "No. I don't want to be here, and I'm not in a good mood."

Of course, being the humans that we are, we put on a mask of indifference as if we are invincible and without feeling. However, we all know this is the case. And we all know that "Fine" means "Don't ask." I was thinking about this, and how sad it is that we blatantly lie to one another, and don't show any sign of care, whether it is because we respect that they don't want to talk about life, or because we truly don't care. The word "fine" in this definition has a deeper, sadder meaning than most of us realize.

However, when I said "I'm fine", it wasn't necessarily because I was upset or annoyed, it's just one of those days. Where pizza can only do so much, and crying at people dying in a stupid tv show is essential to go on. Hold on: let me clarify: it isn't one of those weeks. Thank heavens.

So ya. Not my best day.

On a positive note, I got three things in the mail.

1. A letter from Kyle!! Woo! Let me clarify this. Kyle is one of my 3 non-familial best friends. Love him to death, but sometimes I could probably strangle him. Anyway, the letter was hilarious. He drew a picture of a picture of his companion before the mission, with a huge head, tiny body, and super long hair. Pretty hilarious. It also talked about the good ole' times with Alex and Allyson, and that probably was where it got sad, because I doubt we will ever have times like those again.
2. Shoes. I desperately needed new heels, and these were fairly cheap, but good quality. Just simple, black heels. More conservative than my last pairs, thank heavens.
3. And lastly, my new swimming suit! It is adorable. I thought it came with tops and bottoms, but it was only the top. No worries, I have bottoms. But it is a coral-ish red, with rufflish stuff on the top. Cute!

That's it. Yay for blogging, and yay for ice cream in the freezer.

Commitment

One of my roommates just broke up with her boyfriend of 4 days. It was too big of a "commitment." I am one of those extreme commitment phobes, who hasn't had a relationship )other than one my freshman year of high school, which OBVIOUSLY doesn't count) that has lasted more than a week...

Then I pondered on what it was... meaning I looked it up on Dictionary.com.

com·mit·ment

 [kuh-mit-muhnt] Show IPA

noun

1.

the act of committing.

2.

the state of being committed.

3.

the act of committing, pledging, or engaging oneself.

4.

a pledge or promise; obligation: We have made a commitment to pay our bills on time.

5.

engagement; involvement: They have a sincere commitment to religion.

So this got me thinking. What have I committed to? What decisions have I made that will last or require effort for more than a month? I've thought about it, and there were only 5 things I could think of.

• A profession. If I could even call it being committed, considering I'm only in my second semester of getting my bachelors. 
• Hulu plus: I know, pathetic. 7 bucks a month so I can watch any season of any show. It's my only subscription, and I love it. I'm starting Grey's Anatomy from the beginning... woo!
• This one isn't in effect quite yet, but my next rent contract for winter semester at the Ivy. Ya... Not too exciting. 
• A car. I'm buying Ken's car at the end of the semester, which will be the most expensive thing I own as of yet (other than my education, of course).
• My religion. I know I will be LDS for LIFE. It's who I am. 

That was seriously all I could think of. I wondered if this made me pathetic, but realized I couldn't really judge as I'm too young to know. But it was kind of sad that other than religion, none of these things are going to make me an even remotely better person (wanting to be a PA doesn't quite count. Not yet at least).  Seriously. Hulu Plus, rent, and a car. Things that won't make a difference in ten years.

I guess my lesson from today is that I need to get a life, not that I need to commit to big things like relationships or anything right now, but to commit to small things that will make a difference in the future, like experiences. But then again, isn't college life in itself a commitment? This is too deep for a person that is sleep deprived. So that's all for today. Woo.

Confession of annoyance

Okay. I've grown up living with 4 younger sisters, so by going to college I thought, "Living with five girls will be a piece of cake."

WRONG.

My sisters, bless their souls, would tell me when I bothered them. We would yell a bit, then be fine and laughing a wee bit later. However, that's not how it works here. I've learned from my experience of living with that many people, but not everyone here was able to recognize how important it is to let things off of your chest. Which is very bad. That anger over a tiny mishap will grow until you want to strangle somebody.

I just realized that I'm being somewhat hypocritical, in letting off steam without letting my roommate know I'm annoyed. And I'm annoyed that they are annoyed. I hate being a girl sometimes... Oh well. This is life.

Today, I woke up at 11:56. I'm about 99% sure that this is a record. I did homework, skyped with Ney, did some excessive pinning, and made banana bread. This whole time, I was alone in my apartment. Elle and Makenna went to Yellowstone with the guys (they invited me, but I wasn't up for the car ride), and Alivia, Jacqui, and Heather went outside for some  sun (they also invited me, but I cherish alone time like gold!). It was great. I felt... relaxed. Yay!

Then later that night, Heather, Jacqui, Alivia and I went to see that new Snow White and the Huntsman movie at the drive in theater. It was just okay/good, because frickin Kristen Stewart is the worst actress in the WORLD!!!! Seriously, I have no idea what the casting director was thinking. However, Charlize Theron was incredible, and OBVIOUSLY, Chris Hemsworth was super hot. Those two pretty much made the movie worth seeing.

Which brings us to the now. 12:31 a.m. Which means, that's all folks! Sorry it was pretty boring, but this blog is more for me than you anyway, as I'm too lazy to keep a journal, but still want to record life. Wooo.

49

For those of my LDS friends, you know when you are teaching nursery and a little kid is fine when their parents drop them off, and the idiot parent comes back to peek through the window, sending the kid in a temper tantrum? I feel like the little kid, and that by going home last weekend I am freaking out and can think of nothing else. I've been at school for about six months now, and I'm done, yet I have 49 days left. UGHH.

Other updates include...

• My beef stew incident. Yesterday, I spent a good amount of time preparing this stew for my crockpot (roughly 3 pm). I patiently waited 4ish hours, only to learn that I had failed to plug the crockpot in. So I had to wait another 4ish hours, which ended up totally being worth it. So good. 
• Well, my roommates don't read this, so I think I'm safe... SO MUCH DRAMA! Ughhh. I hate that we can't be adults. 
• I have had LOADS of homework and studying, some of which I'm avoiding right now. 

That's about it. My life wasn't as exciting as I think it was. I'm currently watching Pride and Prejudice... And I'm so sad that Mr. Darcy is nonexistent. Seriously. I would marry him in a frickin heartbeat. Let's just say he's bewitched me body and soul...

So au revoir, I shall go eat oreos and adore his amazingness.